I too have had a dream of Catie, creepy enough on it's own. I think that it was because of my gloom from not going to this year's VidCon. What was really funny about it was that I never had a dream in about a month or so, so this took me by total surprise. I think what you've just dreamed had something to do with the brain imaging books, 'cause I had read a book about the Belgian surrealist Rene Magritte before going to bed.
VidCon was monstrous. Everything was made of cement but geometrically complex. It was vast and empty. I'll skip some parts of the dream, up to where I walked into a crowd, silent, and their eyes staring into the void. Behind me, the concrete folds down revealing the sky.
My mind hurts as I type this, lol. But anyways, someone pulls me out of the motionless VidCon crowd and says I'm late. Something in the back of my mind says I'm marrying Catherine Wayne, and in an instant I'm teleported to the first floor of the Bank of America building, overwatching the new concrete San Francisco. Everything is uniform and orderly. Seamless. Infinite. The only thing that didn't feel like it was real was Catie's head burrowing in my neck. I woke up a split second before six AM.
Gotta admit your dream beats mine by a mile and a half. It was good getting that story out of my system.. always just hung around lost in space.